Chapter 215 The Hi (1/2)

Kyle was dangling right outside Richard's window, flattening himself against the wall and on its dark side. He pulled down his sleeve a bit, to reveal a watch that was streaming Richard's room.

He saw Samantha sleeping on the sofa that was next to Richard's bed while Richard himself was wrapped up like a mummy on it. The blanket was completely twisted around him. Guess he reverted back to being a baby? Where one would normally be coddled and such.

Kyle snickered.

He slipped in silently. Since this was the third floor, Richard never really thought anyone would have entered through the window. Careless. Kyle slid across the floor, and headed towards Samantha first. He slid open the tips of the fingers on his glove, revealing his darkened fingers. Pressing her acupuncture points, he put her to sleep.

He then went to the front door and slid the latch over.

Once done, he took a chair and put it next to the bed. He looked at the mummified Richard, shaking his head. This was going to be a bit tricky. Not too difficult though.

In one swift motion, Kyle placed his hands over Richard's mouth, pulled open the blanket to reveal his neck and shoulders and proceeded to press the necessary points. Richard's eyes flew open the moment Kyle had placed his hands on his mouth, but he couldn't move at first as he was tightly bound by the blankets.

It was at that point he cursed his stupidity for doing so, but it was the only way he could sleep. He needed sleep so that he would be more alert in the morning. As his thoughts went haywire, thinking that this man would slice his throat, he was shocked senseless when he did nothing.

Other than closing his mouth and touching him, he didn't do anything else.

Richard looked in amazement as the guy just sat down, putting his chin on the palm of his left hand as he looked at him.

'Fool!' thought Richard to himself. He had a gun under his pillow, his bodyguards were outside and he felt safe and protected. He moved to reach for his gun when he found ... he couldn't. He. Could. Not. Move.

Glaring at the guy, who is presumably Ice, he shouted, ”WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!”

Well, he wanted to shout but instead, his voice just came out in a whisper.

Ice just tilted his head, then raised a finger from his right hand as he shook it, ”Tsk tsk. We wouldn't want to wake up your precious daughter now, would we?”

Richard's eyes darted to the right, feeling relieved that Samantha was still lying down on the sofa. Safe.

”Well, not until I'm done with you anyway,” Ice said slowly, turning to look at Samantha, ”Or maybe I should have my fun first and let you watch?”

Richard glared at him, ”If you dare touch ...”

The guy laughed, ”Oh, I dare. I'd do more than touch, too.”

Then his playful demeanor became cold as he stared at Richard. His ice-cold blue eyes bore into his eyes, the atmosphere around him feeling cold and Richard could see nothing else but just those eyes.

It was then that Richard finally realised all those descriptions about Ice was not an exaggeration.

He really did appear harmless ... until he became serious. When he looked at you, you would literally feel it. That Death has descended. Devil's Incarnate.

”After all, you're the one that refused Nitocris. Not once, not twice ... not even three times. Did you honestly think that you'd get away with it? That only you would have to pay?” Ice asked, not flinching.

Richard trembled, ”Please, I'll do anything. I'll give Nitocris everything. I'll get out of the country. Just ... just let me go. Let us go.”

”Too late,” Ice said, hardly sparing him a glance, his eyes focused on the sleeping Samantha, ”You had your chance. In fact, you had a lot of chances already.”

Turning to face Richard again, he said, ”You ignored me. You scoffed at me. Worse, at Nitocris. Did you really think he was soft? Just because he liked giving people a chance?”

His voice became colder, ”Did you forget what happens to those that refused those chances? And you though you're ready to overthrow Nitocris?”

”Oh, and ...” Ice brought up his wrist, revealed a dark watch and said, ”All of your connections to the underworld has just been eliminated. All that's left is you. And Samantha, of course.”

Ice showed Richard the monitor on his watch, showing a slideshow of the faces of dead people. His people.

Despite the fact that Richard was terrified for his life, he was getting a bit impatient at all this long-windedness.

”Then just get on with it then! Why are you yakking away? You can't bear to kill me, is it?!” Richard shouted, although it was all just whispers by the time it came out of his mouth.

”Really? Is that the best that you've got?” Ice said, shaking his head, ”I'm really shaking now. It's a pity that our game has to end.”

Then he looked at Samantha, ”Though hers is just beginning.”

Richard's eyes narrowed, his heart beating fast. He should have sent her away. Why didn't he send her away? He was convinced that she would be safe with him here, where security was at its highest. Why was Ice targetting Samantha anyway? Didn't he just get the target?

”Leave my daughter alone, you filthy beast,” Richard hissed.

Ice laughed. He laughed so hard (but silently), that tears came out of his eyes. He wiped them, shaking his head, ”Richard, Richard. Still trying to act so tough even when your life is hanging by a thread? You're dying and you don't know it yet?”

”What do you mean?”